Sara Messenger © 1990
Who is that girl with the big
Ambitions, in clerical disguise
They’ll never keep her down in this position
The spark is in her eyes
She’s a working girl, she’s a working girl
She’s a working girl, she’s a working girl
Killing time is the war that wages
Can never compensate
The less she takes the more he rages
She makes the most of her fate
She’s a working girl, she’s a working girl
She’s a working girl, she’s a working girl
Sometimes she thinks enough is enough
But she hasn’t given in and she hasn’t given up
No, she hasn’t given up on changing the world
She’s a working girl, working girl
No more than a working girl
She fuels the ship
But they won’t let her steer it
They don’t know what they’ve got
They underestimate her mind and spirit
They don’t know that she’s not
Just a working girl, just a working girl
She’s a working girl, just a working girl
Sometimes I think enough is enough
But I haven’t given in, no, I haven’t given up
No, I haven’t given up on changing the world
I’m just a working girl, just a working girl
No more than a working girl
No more than a working girl
No! ~ more than a working girl
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